Page 5 of Dirty Little Psycho
“It means we’re going to take turns making you come but never put our cocks inside you because you haven’t earned the right to feel them inside you,” I answer for him. She jerks her head back my way and stares at me with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look in her eyes. I smirk behind my mask, she may not say the words but this dirty little slut was hoping we wouldfuck her nine ways to hell and make her forget her own damn name.
Her jaw pops open. I reach out and push her mouth shut. “Next time she opens that mouth, I’m shoving my cock in it,” Carter growls. I feel her jaw tighten and groan. I just know breaking her is going to be so much fun. Vaughn moves so he is at the end of the table. He hits the switch on the side of the tray that kills all the lights in the room and turns the one directly above her on, blinding her from seeing anything. Her eyes slam closed instantly to ward off the burn from the sudden assault on her retinas.
Carter and I grip her wrists while Vaughn secures her ankles in the straps. She tries to fight but it's pointless. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells.
“When you beg for it to stop, we won’t. You’re restrained foroursafety, not yours,” Vaughn growls in a tone filled with pure lust. At his admission she quits fighting but doesn’t relax. Carter and I make quick work of securing her wrists. The flush that rolls through her creamy skin once she is secured tells us she loves this shit.
Carter and I move to join Vaughn. I push him out of the way, needing to be the first to taste her. I remove my mask and place it on the small trolley beside the slab. I trail my fingers up her legs, loving the shiver that rolls through her at my touch. The moment I reach the apex of her thighs she sucks in a sharp breath.
I glide my index finger down the front of her panties and growl my approval when I feel how wet she is. “You soaked through your panties, you nasty little bitch.” My words have her trembling but she keeps her mouth shut, causing Carter to chuckle.
“He’s going to eat your pussy while my friend fucks him. When he makes you come, we’ll switch and I’ll get to fuck himwhile he makes you come again. We’re going to keep doing this until you pass the fuck out and can’t even remember where you are.” Vaughn’s decree has her gasping.
“If you’re a good girl and play the game well, we might even let you play with our cocks tomorrow night,” Carter adds.
“We’ll make sure you’re ready to take all three of us at once. When the doors open tomorrow and you run, we’ll chase you, little psycho, and when we catch you, you will learn why we are devils,” I vow.
FIVE
KARLEY
I have no time to process their words. He pushes my panties to the side and hums his approval at the mess of my arousal between my legs. I may not be able to see a damn thing but my hearing is heightened and fuck, something about not being able to see what is happening only adds to my growing need. When he blows on my sensitive pussy I whimper, I’m so sensitive from all the edging and the fact they had no idea that everything they have done tonight has only served to enhance my carnal desires.
If there was ever a way to sayfuck youto my dad for putting me in here, this is it.
My train of thought is derailed when he swipes his tongue through my folds, my back arching off the metal slab as I cry out. He grips the sides of my thighs in a punishing hold as he buries his face in my pussy. I scream so loud the sound echoes through the room. I'm jolted forward and gasp when I hear a grunt.
Are they really going to fuck each other while one of them eats me out?
My question is answered when moans begin to fill the room. Pheromones tinge the air as my need begins to grow to new heights. I fucking hate the light above me, I would give anythingto watch the three of them fuck. Jesus, that is one of my bucket list items and it’s happening right in front of me but I can’t see it!
I want to riot over the fact that a fantasy of mine has finally come to light but the feeling of his tongue pressing against me, and the sensations he is creating without my consent, forces my mind to focus on the feeling, not what is happening around me as every swipe of his tongue brings me nearer to the edge. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my skin as he forces his tongue inside my tight, wet little hole.
“You like getting your dirty little pussy eaten while we take turns fucking each other?“
“I want to watch as you fuck each other.” I don’t care that I’m begging. I don’t care that they’re strangers. All I care about is my need to come and I want them to do it with me. Just as I feel my orgasm rising, the one eating my pussy grunts and then stops. I want to moan and shout when he pulls back, but then his face is quickly replaced by another and fuck me does he know what he is doing. With every swipe of his tongue, he pushes me closer to the edge and the second he buries two fingers inside my tight little cunt and one in my ass, I detonate all over his face.
I come so hard, screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
I don’t get a chance to come down from my high before one of them groans their release and then the face between my legs is replaced by another. His rough stubble scraps against my sensitive skin, pulling a gasp from me. Tremors still roll through me in waves. The moment he sucks my clit into his mouth I cry out. I’m still so sensitive and need a minute to come down but they won’t allow it, even when I beg.
The next orgasm tears through me with the grace of a tornado and shreds me apart. I can hear them fucking and it grates on my fucking nerves that I can’t see it.
“Please, no more,” I plead, but my pleas fall of deaf ears. My only reprieve from the glorious torture is when they switch witheach other and those few seconds feel like I am finally able to breathe again. After the fifth orgasm, tears stream down my face. My body is wrung out and my mind is reeling with a thousand thoughts but also blank at the same time. I can’t focus, I can barely remember to breathe and I’m fighting to stay conscious.
Women think their body can handle multiple orgasms but they’re dead fucking wrong.
How do I know? Because I was one of those fucking women who prayed they would find a man whose sole purpose was to make them come repeatedly and now that I finally have my wish come true, I don’t want it.
When I feel another orgasm cresting I begin to thrash against my restraints and fight for my freedom. “Pass out or forget your name, those are the rules,” one of them says, the satisfaction in his tone mocking and annoyance chills against my sensitive skin like a rash. I want to punch the smug expression from his face and render him speechless.
“Fuck you. I quit. I don’t want to play anymore,” I scream and try to pull on the restraints again, but it’s useless. I never should have allowed this to happen but yet again, I couldn’t back down from a challenge and that is the reason my father no doubt sent me here, to teach me a lesson. I never can shut my mouth and just walk away.
“If you quit, there is a punishment you must face,” one of the others says. I’m ready to tell them to kiss my ass and go to hell but when my next orgasm tears through me, I break. My mind turns blank, my body goes numb as the release slams into me. My mouth opens but no sound escapes as I’m forced to ride out the wave of pleasure that they are inflicting on me. Blood pumps in my ears, muting all the sounds around me. When I feel my consciousness fleeing I don’t fight it, I embrace it and allow the darkness to consume and save me from having to admit defeat against these three masked fucks.
Iwake slowly and sit up while still keeping my eyes closed, only to smack my head on something. I flop back down and groan. When I reach up to rub my forehead my hand smacks something, causing me to open my eyes only to see nothing but darkness. Dread begins to set in. I snap my arms out and feel around—all I can feel is ice-cold metal. When I part my legs, I feel the same thing. I try to shimmy downward only to be met with a wall. I stretch my arms above my head and feel the same thing.
Full on panic sets the fuck in and I start to feel claustrophobic.
